Seris:
Bruin didn’t press me further, but I saw the question still lingering in his eyes.
And maybe he didn’t need to ask. Because I felt the shift—the wind carried more than just her scent today. It brought word. Rumors. Whispers of unrest.
I exhaled slowly, watching as Ariane raised her staff again. The wind toyed with strands of her hair, curling them around her cheeks like threads of my shadow as if her features and my curse were spun by fate itself. But it was her eyes that betrayed her calm—the way they lit up like dawn breaking over the ruins when she glanced toward the trees.
Toward me.
Gods, she didn’t even know what that did to me.
She smiled at Ridge, at Rook. She laughed, cursed, surprising us both with her filthy mouth, fought with fire in her limbs, and focus in each of
